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Authors: Sibylla Matilde
Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5)
I really wish we could add a few members to the Bangin' Mofos because I hate to see this series end. I fell in love with these guys in Post Breakup Sex and I've been a dedicated honorary Mofo every since. But this book really takes it to a whole new level. Talk about going out with a bang!
~ Reviews from the Heart
We all knew that Justin's book was going to be sexy and kinky at the same time. I couldn't figure out who would finally tame him...
~ Rosanna
Hot Dirty Love is the incredible finale of Sybilla's Copperline series and as anxious as I was to read Justin's story I am wholeheartedly going to miss the Bangin Mofos.
~ Linda
Out of all the Banging Mofo's Justin is my favorite!! Completely panty melting!! But it was more than that you watched Justin push past a few of his comfort levels and really figure out what made him happy.
~ Kim
This book from the very beginning had me drawn in, I couldn't put my kindle down for very long. I just HAD to know what was going to happen next!
~ Brandy
I loved seeing how their story would play out and it actually surprised me. I totally thought it would go in a different direction but I loved the way Sibylla pulled it all together. Another great book that has me keeping Sibylla as a automatic one click!
~Heather
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For Nicole, my sweet friend from Lon Guyland
who claimed Justin right outa the gate…
here’s your boy.
Songs that inspired Hot Dirty Love
I should have known she was trouble the second her lips touched my cock.
Before that, even. When I walked into the party and saw her dancing with Cole, a guy I’d seen around from time to time. A guy I’d even kinda been with before. Granted, there had been a chick in between us—both times—but I was man enough to admit that Cole was a hot fuckin’ dude. That I could get pretty turned on by a guy as well as a chick. And Cole was always up for getting down… wherever, whenever, whoever.
The girl he danced with wore a little burning-red dress with a short, flirty skirt that swayed with her hips to the music. Her sun-kissed skin glowed gold, and so much of it was on display, even more when Cole’s hand slid up her thigh, draping the fabric almost up to her hip. Her movements, fluid and seductive, drew me closer as she turned towards him. His hand, still dragging up her skirt, gave me the sweetest glimpse of her red, lacy panties.
I was a dirty mofo, so I simply did what I did best.
I sidled up behind her, skimming my knuckles down from her ribs to her waist. Cole gave me a cocky grin over her shoulder that sent a thrill through my junk. His expression told me he was more than willing to share again, that he had enjoyed our past tag-team sessions as much as I had.
The brunette’s reaction to my touch was nothing short of perfection. Her round ass pushed back against my aching dick. Her arm rose to curl around the back of my neck. She opened herself up to my touch, unfurling like a scarlet flag in the breeze.
The song changed. Like everyone around us, we rhythmically pulsed to the beat. The room was full of bass and seductive tones. Our movements became firmer and closer. More contact. More touching.
As I dusted my lips against her bare shoulder and up her arm, she turned around to look up at me with big, dark brown eyes. Thick lashes made thicker with heavy eye makeup to give her an exotic appearance. Full lips opened slightly, and then a little more as Cole’s hands skimmed her body, one traveling up towards her breast and the other down towards the apex of her thighs.
My fingertips curled down her back, slipping in the scarce gap between her body and his. I could barely feel a slight dimple just above the curve of her ass through the thin, gauzy fabric of her dress. The back of my hand scraped along Cole’s jeans, eliciting a low groan from his throat that sent reminiscent tremors through my body. Like me, she shivered with the sound and feel of it and pressed her firm breasts against my chest as her nails combed through my hair.
It was like a dream. She was an exhilarating fantasy of sex personified.
It only seemed natural to kiss her.
The way she kissed me back set me on fire. It made me want more.
Around us, people were pairing off. Grouping off, even. I’d partied with a few of them before, and this is how these shindigs tended to turn out. Little care if it was male/female, any combination and any number of participants. The music changed again, and some came and went, finding semi-private corners to follow their base urges. The moans and gasps of pleasure began to sound here and there, alluding to the hedonistic debauchery that was taking place in the shadows.
